In exile, possibly no more?

just 
a portrait of a rusty truck 
rolling down a street 
one afternoon

over
the hills Aries will die on

que 
tus sueños estén 
celosos de lo 
que 
realmente logras

I long to say
hey, 
that's no way
to say goodbye. 

one hundred onions
says you should 
call me.